Strangers in the yeard



Every beautiful time required sublime moments, 

Of unending service to other people, we know not,

The sacrifice light which covers the darkest nights,

Can give a better taste to the stew in the stirring pot.


Make someone smile who’s already in silent dust,

It is a little line between where we part and say goodbye,

Leave unfinished task, where thoughts would not last,

To see the new rainbow blossomed in the sky.


Perhaps nature may change the whole atmosphere

Don’t stand too near, or cry, for your voice will not die,

When it makes the trees and worms on the leaves here

The calm serenading songs drifting by. 


The guardian angels are inside and all around town,

Are we friends? Or stranger beings in cold ground?

  • Author: Gerry Legister (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 13th, 2016 12:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: People we are buried with in the cemetery
  • Category: Friendship
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